“… behind all our fun and games at Christmastime, we should try not to escape a sense of awe, almost a sense of fright, at what God has done. We must never allow anything to blind us to the true significance of what happened at Bethlehem so long ago. Nothing can alter the fact that we live on a visited …
The Story Idea Factory by Beth Webb Hart
Now wouldn’t that be nice? A factory where an author could pick a story idea, a well-constructed, tightly-woven plot, some larger-than-life characters, a rich setting, a fitting point-of-view, a universal theme that stirs the soul and just plug it into the computer and go. A story idea factory. I heard they have these for preachers. How about one for authors? …
Homeless in the Big Apple (and a Thanksgiving memory) by Beth Webb Hart
Hope you’ll enjoy this true-story vignette. It took place in 1996 and remains one of my favorite autumn and thanksgiving memories. Homeless in the Big Apple When I landed in LaGuardia Airport with two suitcases and an acceptance letter to graduate school, I had no place to call home. My plan to live with a friend had fallen through …
Lowcountry Autumn by Beth Webb Hart
“You expected to be sad in the fall. Part of you died each year when the leaves fell from the trees and their branches were bare against the wind and the cold, wintery light. But you knew there would always be the spring, as you knew the river would flow again after it was frozen.” – Ernest Hemingway, A Moveable …
Pumpkin Bread by Beth Webb Hart
“I would rather sit on a pumpkin, and have it all to myself, than be crowded on a velvet cushion.” – Henry David Thoreau We don’t have much of a fall in the lowcountry of South Carolina. In fact, fall feels an awful lot like summer until about late October when – at long last -we awaken to a …
Strange Love by Beth Webb Hart
An out-of-the-box love story in my family? Yep. I’ve got a doozy. This one is quite bizarre, but since I can’t pick my ancestors – or their romances narratives – you’ll just have to bear with me. Here goes…. My great-great-grandmother grew up in Southport, NC, and at the age of twenty she had two suitors. These two suitors, Mr. …
Small Worlds and Friendship Tapestries by Beth Webb Hart
Ever cross paths with an old friend in an unusual way? This was a fun question for me to ponder as it came from this overarching story question in my new novel, Moon Over Edisto which will hit stores in February: What if your best friend from college and your father had an affair, broke up your family and …
Remote Island Vacation by Beth Webb Hart
I was a little stumped by this week’s discussion question, “Do you have a vacation spot?” It wasn’t because I don’t have one. In fact, I have two: Edisto Island, SC and Saluda, NC. However, I feel as though I’ve blogged about those ad nauseam over the last couple of years so I had to think harder. Then, it came …
Dream Job by Beth Webb Hart
I always wanted to be a grown-up. Even as a little, little kid. Maybe it was because I was the oldest child in the family and considered myself a second Mama to my siblings (much to their great annoyance, I assure you.) Maybe it was because I wanted to put on high heels, wear makeup and spray that stuff on …
Crossed Wires and Great Expectations by Beth Webb Hart
Ever had a miscommunication? Or, as my Mama always says, ever get your “wires crossed?” That’s the topic of this week’s table talker, and we’d love to hear your stories because they will make us feel a little less crazy…. So please share! Here are some of my own that come to mind: 1. When backing the boat trailer down …
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